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Lucy was in a state of  perpetual happiness, one of which that only occurred during her time in a bath. After a long mission, her body needed the hot water to unwind. Leaning her head back against the rim of her tub, the blonde stretched out her muscles, ah how it felt nice to do as such.

But sadly, all great things for Lucy Heartfilia typically ended in a comical fashion. Her mind was slow to process just what her foot was bumping up against. At first she figured it was just the end of the tub, but realized that her bathtub wasn’t that small. Thats when she heard a distinct noise. The sound of a rubber ducky being squeezed. Now she did in fact own one, but never played with it in such a manner which lead her to finally look to see what was going one.

A shock of orange hair and bare chest was all she got. Loke. Her spirit. Currently holding the rubber ducky and sitting in her bath. Now, she was used to many things ; people walking into her house unannounced, walking in on her dress or un-dress and even people walking in on her talking a bath. She was also used to Loke’s many playboy shenanigans. But never, has anyone ever hoped into her bath with her.

“…?! LOKE!”

Lucy wanted to jump out of the tub and run for cover, but that would leave her exposed. Something that she certainly didn’t want to happen. As an alternative, she grabbed her scrubbing brush, something she used more as a weapon hen a means of washing herself. “Out. Now. Or else!”